Tres estrellas a la izquierda de la luna.

"Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is much more drab and empty for their departure."

"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: you are all stardust. You couldn't be here if stars hadn't explode, because the elements - carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron and all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren't created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So forget God, the stars died so you can be here today."

If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.

Enamórate.

(Unless it's mad, passionate and extraordinary love, it's a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn't be one of them.)